Okay here goes!
My grandmother is Apache Indian, and used to be more a shamaness when she was younger but she married my grandfather and later converted to Catholicism.
Well, she carved me this statue of Saint Michael defeating Satan out of some kind of wood, it was made for me to not have nightmares when I was a child. Well, as I got older, maybe bout 15, I had this dream I was in a big warehouse and the walls were covered in blood with writing I didn’t know. I then saw a black shadow with no form fly into me really hard like it slammed me. When I woke from the dream I had this urge to kill someone like a lust or a thirst, anyone that stayed the night with me would probably be dead no joke!
So I looked over to the statue of St. Michael and began saying his prayer in my head over and over. I began to shake then it all stopped and I fell asleep! Well for some reason I ended up in the same warehouse and the thing came at me again but this time a flash of red and gold and white flew into the shadow and I could barely make out it was humanoid. It was bright but very warm, its wings or what I thought were wings, were flecks of white and gold. It turned to me and said, “do not worry this one will bother you no longer rest easy child” and as the dream faded the being flashed what looked like a sword with white flames or aura coming from it.
This next part ties with it, I believe that the actual angel is guarding my family a lot, just hear me out. My dad was young, maybe 13, he told me himself and my uncle were riding bikes in a forest in northern Michigan when he literally was clotheslined by a barb wire that was tied between two trees and it was right in his throat. He should have been dead but he had no marks on his neck at all.
The finale to this is I saw a psychic one time. She was wiccan. She told me that Michael the archangel, not saint Michael because wiccans don’t condone Christianity, is my primary guardian. As of right now I’m a soldier and have had close calls. I do know this much, no matter where I am I wear my Saint Michael pendant around my neck, its made of silver for protective purposes.
Written by Don Ballow, Copyright 2008
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St Michael and how we imagine him is a bit of a hit with some of us girls on this site….it’s not our fault – we can’t help it!!
Hope you can rest easy like he said.
THIS WAS A GOOD STORIE ABOUT HOW GOD CAN SEND HIS ANGELS TO STEP IN AND SAVE YOU THIS MADE ME FEEL GOOD AND SAFE THANK YOU MAY THE LOVE OF THE LORD BE WITH YOU ALWAYS .
Don, i’m not Apache but i’m Native American. Also i know that wiccans are more like Witches that they would like to admit, i’ve met quite a few. But eventhough ive not Wiccan, Nor any other type of KNOWN religion, i Call Micheal the Arc-Angel, ‘Saint Micheal’ doesnt sound as powerful. I only use the term St Micheal as an alternative to writing out the whole thing.
Also, the word Christian has lost its meaning for me. I have my reasons.
Anyhow, the Sword with the white Aura, Did it seem like there was white lightning coming off the blade and swirling around it?
This is the prayer for Saint Michael the Archangel, which was sent to me in my post a while ago:
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host – by the Divine Power of God – cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen
hey, i couldnt help but notice that you said youre a soldier, im enlisting, can i have your email, or perhaps MSN or AIM?
wow nice i am part cherokee and part blackfoot and mixed in with black irish and german iv had some dreams that were weird like that as a young girl. now all i dream about is somehow finding or winning a large sum of money. to the point i can smell and feel the money. but i belive that having this money will be a blessing and burden and i do know that no amount of money is a saving grace but i still love the dreams.
love it
That sounds so different….and i think its cool how it the thing defended you in your dreams…and its freaky that you woke up wanting to kill!